Yup, another flake of our dignity just sloughed off and fell to the ground. We might as well just grind up the rest of it and use it to make chalk outlines around children.

This reminds me of all the bizarre purse-friendly weapons they sell women to use on rapists. Because boys will be boys and there’s no use approaching the problem from the angle of, you know, the problem.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. A long while. Working in the lab and whatnot was slowly and painfully wringing the energy out of me. The long hours wouldn’t have been too bothersome if I had pleasant coworkers or at least mature ones. Honestly, calling them immature would be the nicest way of describing them. The only thing they were really good at was perpetuating unnecessary and unoriginal gossip. Repeating certain “jokes” over and over until I was mentally debating whether to stab them all with pipets or pour a circle of noxious-fume-giving acid around me. Never mind the experiments! Damn the experiments! It’s much more important to be concerned with who I likelike, have the hots for, or make googly eyes at among my coworkers.